We Find Something New


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Polygamy/Polyamory, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: My coworker complained about her husband, how little sex he wanted, and I told her about mine who has plenty of sex drive, enough for us both. He's sure happy and she is too. I am, as well, which is a story in itself.

Chapter 1


I hope we don't drive you crazy with telling you this story but really it's happened with the both of us, I'm Erin and my husband is Graham. So, we're going to take turns with it.

We live in a medium-sized city in the Midwest and have been married for six years. Since this website caters to people telling about their sexual adventures, I suppose you want to know something about us in that regard.

Well, in that regard, we both have a wonderful, full sex life, though I know Graham's could be 'fuller, ' if you know what I mean.

I guess he's not got that 'little blue pill' problem they advertise on television, he's made love to me three times a night sometimes. And, I think he'd like to do it like that just about all the time. Well, I love sex but, well...

The first time I met Graham, it was at a fundraising party for a local pet rescue charity. I sometimes volunteered to help in the kennels and when I spotted him come into the cocktail party and he was alone, I began taking careful note of how he was dressed, who he spoke to, what he drank, all the usual.

Well, not to make too short a story of it, that was the last day we were not together and it only took us about a week before we were madly between each other's legs enjoying our bodies to the fullest. Graham was an attentive and exuberant lover and I was willing and pliant to his every desire.

My hubby is thirty years old, wavy brown hair, six-one, one-eighty or so, nicely firm bod and a cock that I lovingly measured for what he told me was the first time at seven and a half and just over five inches around. As I said, the nicest thing about his cock is that he can be hard through at least three times in one night, he's got a sixteen-year old cock. Oh, and it's shaved, I do it for him.

Now, I'm just-turned thirty, ash blond hair, medium length, five-five, one seventeen, thirty-four, twenty-two, thirty-six. Oh, and the thirty-fours are B-cup filled to the brim. You'd like them, they're really firm and nice, rounded and tipped with small pink nipples that I adore being sucked. If I'm really horny, I've had orgasms just from my boobs being sucked. Like Graham, I'm bare below.

So, that's us. The other person in this little tale is Greta, a young woman I work with, who is from Denmark. She married an American she met when she was here on holiday about three years ago, they've been married for just over two years now. I've known her now for over a year and a half and we've become pretty good office-buddies.

I suppose I should also tell you about Greta. She's twenty-seven, five-five, blond with the complexion you dream of with Scandinavian women, nice, curvy figure and breasts, I think, just a little larger than mine with nice round pink nipples which pop up in the center and her pussy's bare, too. You'll see how I know this shortly.

Greta is a very pretty woman, really beautiful, actually, and she's down-to-earth and charming as well. As I said, we've become good friends and would often eat lunch together at my desk or, if the weather was nice, at a table outside. It was an afternoon like that which began this adventure.

"You've told me your Graham is a good man in bed with you, you are so lucky, Erin," she said wistfully.

"Oh, he's better than good, I guess. Getting enough sex is not a problem I have at home."

"I wish this was so with my home. Once a month, maybe. Only if I make myself naked or wear something, you know, small."

"Once a month? You've been married, what, two years now?"

"Yes, it's so, it was more right at first but then..."

"But when you have sex, it's pretty good, he gives you a few orgasms?" I asked her.

"He just pokes it in once a month and gets finished and goes to watch his golf on television. I lay there with my fingers. Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that to you."

"Sounds like you need my honey. We have sex almost every night and he wants more on the weekends, usually three, four times on Saturday and Sunday when we have more time. I could see if he wants to take care of you, too, Greta, I'm sure he'd love to."

I really said it kiddingly but you know how that goes sometimes with someone when it's not their native language.

"You would not mind this? Lending to me for my needs, he has extra, uh, sex power to give?"

"Well, I ... I. Do you really mean to, like borrow him to make you happy in bed?"

"Oh, not if it upsets you? I know this happens in Denmark some but here, well, I don't think so much. I would not want you angry with me, you are my friend."

I was trying to suppress a laugh but at the same time, treat her situation with respect, I knew it must really be bothering her. It would me.

"I can ask Graham if he would like to be helpful to you if you wish; I'm sure he'll be as helpful as he can," I told her and with her agreement, I went home after work to talk with hubby.


Well, I'm learning to never think that life is predictable or that it's routine or that you've got it all figured out. I had another lesson in that when Erin came home that evening and we were having a glass of wine as dinner cooked.

"You know my Danish friend, Greta, at work? You've met her."

"Oh, hon, how could I ever forget Greta, those legs and that long blond hair. Oh, and those pink, pink lips."

"Yes, yes, down, boy. Oh, I don't know if I dare tell you what we talked about at lunch today?"

"Sure, I bet she wants you to share me with her, she just covets my cock. Right?" I asked sassily as I slipped my hand up under her skirt.

"Shit, are you reading my mind?"

"Now, you're kidding me, so what did you two talk about. I'll be quiet."

"No, that's exactly what we talked about. She asked me if you could give her the attention that she's not getting at home."

"Okay, I promise I won't joke any more. What did you two talk about? Is her health okay?"

"No, she gets a fuck about once a month and then just a slam-bam job and he has no interest in changing that. I told her about you, how, as much as I just love sex, that you can always go for more and, well, I guess in Denmark, they do some husband-swapping or whatever. So, she asked. What do you think of that?"

"You're not putting me on, are you? Come on, she's gorgeous. They've been married two, three years, that's all. You just want to get me going."

"No, I'm serious. She's not getting sex but once a month and then he's gone as soon as he cums."

"Well, that's pretty shitty. What's wrong with these Danish men?" I asked.

"Well, he's American for one," she told me as I grimaced and she went on, "Just isn't interested in keeping his wife happy. I told her how you were, keeping me as happy as I could possibly want, then wanting even more. I was joking with her, really, but she asked. In all seriousness, she asked if maybe she could kind of borrow some spare, well, spare capacity, I guess you might call it. I said I'd ask you."

"And, you wouldn't mind?"

"Look, hon, I'm getting all I want, even maybe a bit more. She is beautiful and I know you'd jump at the chance and, well, I love you, hon, it would be my chance to fix you up with a spectacular babe. And a hell of a horny one. Every guy's dream, right? That's how much I love you."

"My head's spinning from all this, it's just like a movie, a fantasy movie."

"But it's real, Graham, she's a real woman, you've seen her."

"You don't have to talk me into it. Sure, I mean what guy wouldn't?"

So, that pretty much ended the discussion of my taking a friend of my wife's as an on-the-side girlfriend. Incredible, right. Don't even tell me, I know you're jealous. I would be, too.

I left the details up to Erin, I knew she would do it all and I'd just try to be around at the right time with my trusty hard-on.


I knew that the one thing that was predictable about my sweet husband was his cock. It is always ready. I've talked with a few women about their sex lives and I've never heard of any guy like my Graham. Well, I knew I was lots luckier than Greta with her mate, the mate that almost never mates.

So, the next day at lunch, I told her of my talk with Graham.

"Well, if you're serious about it, I talked with my always-horny husband and he has graciously consented to take care of whatever physical needs and comfort you desire. I rather thought he would."

"Oh, and, you, Erin, you are okay for this? For your man and for me to have some sex fun, to um, make me a happy woman again?"

I giggled a bit but told her, "Yes, it's fine with me. Now, how do we go about arranging this?"

"This is all with your permission, your knowledge, not behind your back so I think you should be there when we do this, maybe even have some fun, too? I would like that you know."

"It might spice things up a little, yes, just add a little something," I replied but I was also wondering what Greta looked like naked and how she might be in the bedroom. I've never gotten to see another woman in action and, well, even, seen my own husband with another woman. Here I was eating my lunch as my panties were getting wet.

"Well, my husband, Toby, goes on a business trip and will be gone Thursday night. Maybe that day, maybe after work, is that too soon?"

"Not for Graham, I'm sure. Why not plan on spending the night," I told her and we set it for Thursday after work. Well, you know what Graham thought, I needn't say.

So on Thursday, over lunch, Greta asked me, "Is your Graham taking his vitamins for this very horny Danish woman who wants his cock? Why you call it a rooster chicken I don't know but it's funny."

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